Waking up was both the worst and best feeling in my life. The best because I dreamt about what happened and this time he didn’t leave, this time my body was more scarred. This time no one came to help me. Waking up was my only escape. The worst because now I have to face life. This is a small town people talk, they come to their own conclusions and have their own opinions. With not even the police believing me it makes it hard for anyone else to believe me. I haven’t been to school, because I can honestly not face anyone there. The phone has been ringing like crazy with noisy people trying to talk to my mom about me. She’s taken of from work since the incident. It’s only been a couple days, but I know it’s tough on our financial situation. I want to tell her to go back to work, but I don’t
